Liu Yong
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Hand in hand to see tears.
Eyes, was speechless. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. Go here
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?
I like Liu Yong's poems very much. I hope you like it, too, especially Holding Hands to Watch Tears.
Eyes, speechless "this sentence is very appropriate.